That’s the secret to performance: conviction. The right note played tentatively still misses its mark, but play boldly and no one will question you. If one believes there is truth in art – and I do – then it’s troubling how similar the skill of performing is to lying. Maybe lying is itself a kind of art.

Notions of day and night no longer have any sense here. Only our brief moments of slumber allow us to mark our progress. As if everything in this world seemed continuous, permanent. For while there’s no cycle to form a rhythm in this subterranean universe, nothing here remains identical very long

I’ve always been fascinated by magic. Magical worlds and creatures are something I’d love to be real and present, but in our reality we can only experience these wonders through tales told by imaginative people, be it on screen, in books or paintings.

Yesterday was the 3rd anniversary of my favorite writer’s death. Sir Terence David John Pratchett, better known as Terry Pratchett was one of the greatest writers of fantasy and undoubtedly one of the funniest people on earth. His comic fantasy monster of a series, Discworld, is well known all around the planet.